YLT - Job - 17

17:1  My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished--graves are for me.

17:2  If not--mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

17:3  Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

17:4  For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.

17:5  For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

17:6  And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

17:7  And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

17:8  Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

17:9  And the righteous layeth hold on his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And--dumb are they all.

17:10  Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.

17:11  My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

17:12  Night for day they appoint, Light is near because of darkness.

17:13  If I wait--Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

17:14  To corruption I have called: --`Thou art my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.

17:15  And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

17:16  To the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.